Shade didn't elaborate. He didn't need to.
Cy sat up from the floor. "Wait. You're serious?"
Shade stayed still. "You want something permanent, don't you?"
Cy dropped his eyes to the mark on his chest. His fingers hovered near his neck but didn't make contact. He nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
Shade straightened. "Then let's do it right."
Cy looked between us and started to grin. "You're not kidding. You mean it. s**t. I'll do it."
His entire demeanor shifted.
Shade pushed off the bed and grabbed his phone. "I'll get Griffin here in ten."
Griffin handled all pack tattoos. Every rite, every bond ink, war brand, memorial etching. When permanence mattered, they called him.
Griffin arrived quickly, still half asleep. Shirt wrinkled, boots untied, gloves in one hand, black case s
